All I got is my word and my hoes
And I don’t break them for nobody
Tax season
Torch

I just left Colombia 
I don’t fell in love with a Haitian
She a Haitian 
She know I be coming up 
Cooking up, all that stuff I say
Shh, don’t say shh
Waiting on, all night staying on 
Bagging that, me and part of homies
Saw all the D-boys second rack
I applaud, caught that, I ball out
Used to watch, now I got that young …, 
German lit, used to rock
First stop California then Mexico
All them bad bitches stay on point, Mexico
And them all say made … 
Who fucking with me? Ain’t nobody
I’m Ghandi, I’m templar, my best stroke
My right hook just like Ali 
Half the club on mollies, understand …
Will work my hobby, shit all niggas no party
I can make crack raw, crack raw, make you soda ice
Hit that black pot
Catch me on the back blocks 
Don’t call my phone if your faggot ass hot
I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get a man by a magic tone 
I could make cocaine, I just fell in love with a Cuban
I just left Colombia
Now we get a man by a magic tone